Treasured Tate

My adorable Tate! This little boy could not be any sweeter or loving and I am enjoying getting to spend so much time with him considering I am STILL looking for a job. But, this post is not a gripe about unemployment, rather my love for my youngest son.


Tate brings so much joy into my life and we have so much fun together. Granted he is a lad of few words, which do include Mama, Dada, Papa, Ninny (Finlay), Hi, Bye-Bye, Happy, Apple, Buh-bee (burp, don't ask), Mimi (Mickey Mouse), and Ah-Yup (yes, with a head nod as well!); however, we have conversations all day long. He is known for making his mad face (evidenced below) and cracks up at himself all day long.

Yesterday was his 15-month birthday and we celebrated with a check-up at the Doctor. Bummer way to ring your 15-months of life, I realize. Doctor G. said Mr. Tate looks great and he is weighing in at 22 lbs and 31 inches long. Tate was NOT stoked to be weighed or have his height and head measured and was bummed with a capital B for both shots and finger prick to check his iron level. He bounced back quickly though, which is typical for happy Tate the Freight, and proceeded to take an almost three hour nap in the afternoon.


To my Tate, you make me laugh and smile throughout the day and I miss you when you are sleeping....but, don't get me wrong and stop taking two naps during the day and sleeping through the night! I am thankful that you inherited your Daddy's personality and am not sure where you got your "pageant wave" when you say hello or bye-bye, but I love it!

Fabulously Fun Finn

I love to laugh and there are no shortages of funny moments with my Finn. He is so smart and so funny, which helps on those days when he is in monster-mode. I love that he is super communicative and inquisitive - always interested in his surroundings and people he meets.

My new favorite time is right after bath and he requests to "cuddle with me". I usually end up with soaking wet pants since he plops on my lap fresh from the bathtub and his towel never seems to cover all of his little body, and my heart is bursting with the love for this little person. During our cuddle times we just chat for awhile and have some pretty sweet conversations. Last night he told me he was thankful for me, he loves me and wanted to know why I call him a baby. I clarified that I call him baby since he was my first baby and will always be my baby. He then told me that he wants to be a fireman (which is not news to me and he will tell anyone who will listen that he wants to be a fireman when he gets older) and he would wave to me when he was driving his firetruck. I told him I would be super proud of my fireman Finn and he said "but babies don't drive firetrucks!" Touche, Finn.

For all the moments when I have to take a deep breath and count to ten before responding because he has pushed me to the very tip of my sanity, I want to remember the amazing moments shared with Finn. I feel so grateful that I have this adorable child in my life and cannot wait to see what life has in store for my Finn.